Zhou Ji's 450-word Fifth Grade begins with Rain all over the sky.

In my memory, my mother's face is like a "barometer", which changes with my health and academic performance. When I was a child, I liked to record my mother's mood with more vivid icons such as the sun, dark clouds and lightning.

What I can't forget so far is the rows of "dark clouds". So I opened the "weather forecast book" and recalled the incident.

It was a winter and I was eight years old.

It is snowing, but it is not very thick. After the sun shines, white sticks together like a big canvas, and then is trampled by pedestrians' feet like ink painting. Only the snow in the outdoor swimming pool in the community is clean. There is not a child born in the northeast who doesn't have snowball fights, so he and his cousin, who is half a year older than me, "fought fiercely" in the swimming pool for more than an hour, and his whole body was soaked and he couldn't tell.

I kept complaining about my headache that night. My mother didn't care at first. When my cough became more and more urgent and I said it was cold, she began to panic. First, she directed my dad to go downstairs to buy cold medicine, and then she added quilts to me layer by layer until all the quilts in my family appeared on my bed. After a while, I felt uneasy and stuffed some pillows.

At this time, the "arm" of the clock has pointed to ten o'clock, but my mother still checks my situation from time to time.

When I was half asleep and half awake, my mother stuffed all kinds of pills into my mouth, changed the wet towel on my head from time to time and took my temperature. I did this all night.

The next day, I saw a "panda face" with messy hair, big dark circles and anxious expression. At that moment, my mother's face burned into my heart. I want to say something, but my throat is burning. My mother immediately handed me a glass of water and went to the kitchen without saying a word. Confused, I don't know that my mother was speechless because she was anxious to get angry and stayed up all night. She really has to prepare breakfast for me. I thought I made my mother angry. So I carefully marked the shape of a cloud on the "barometer" with a black watercolor pen, indicating that my mother was unhappy today, but I didn't understand the hardships hidden behind the "dark clouds".

In the next few days, my father took over all the work of my mother at home, and my mother never left me from morning till night. Like a mother hen who has just hatched a chick, she is afraid of having a fever again at night. I also draw dark clouds in my notebook every day and index the date by hand for fear of missing Mother's Day.

A week later, when I jumped out of bed like a rabbit, I found my mother haggard and people fluttering as if she were ill. But when she put her hand on my cool forehead, the flowery smile finally returned to my mother's face. At that moment, my mother's face burned into my heart. So I added a rainbow behind this series of dark clouds. Although the rainbow has only three colors, it expresses the joy of an eight-year-old child.

Every time I see this, it seems that there is a heat flow in my heart that moistens my heart. Suddenly I have a lot to say, but I can't say a word. I can't even describe my feelings. I think I have reached the highest level of Tao Yuanming's "This makes sense, I forgot what I was going to say".

I can't record my mother's love for me in beautiful words.

Since then, I no longer draw barometer, but often watch the special "weather forecast" of "after the rain clears up". Every time I watch it, my heart will be warm and I will feel different.